Out of time.. Must decide to fall or run..

Love the run but not the race,
All alone in a silent way..
World drifts in and the world is a stranger..

In a light, eclipsed and alienated..
In a time, occupied and invaded..
Can' t tell what' s right, better hit the ground running..

In the hills where the tall weed grows,
Hands are tied and won' t let go..
Can' t escape this place without leaving the world behind..

In a light, ashamed and humiliated..
In a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade..
The soul is bent, feels the weight of truth
Falling through,
Left behind.. No choice but to run to the mountains,
Where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running..

In a light, paralyzed and spirits fading..
Out of time, must decide to fall or run..
Into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen..
Make it right, or fall to the other side
Where fields are burning..
From the day you' re born,
You' ll always hit the ground runnin..